Normally, it takes one person to lead a pony, but as you can see from the above photo, it takes at least three when the cousins come to town. The more hands on the lead rope the better. Some of the best parts of farming are when family or friends come to visit. Everything that [...]
Through fire and flood Though it stands alone it used to be home Built to last, built of stone Straight and true, block upon block Built to last , built on a rock Though not much remains, not even a stove And folks are gone, nothings the same It still stands tall, block upon [...]
The air this morning was cool, like sipping from a fresh mountain stream every time I filled my lungs. The trees have exploded with colours, and everywhere you look, sunset tones and hues are splashed over every little growing thing, as if fall chased them down out of the sky to where we can touch [...]
When I think of my dad, I think of gentleness, wisdom, quiet and humour. He loved to sit and listen to his kids, grandkids, and tease them. He also loved my mom's cooking and baking. In the summer he would come in after putting up hay and sit down to mom's cold coffee - oh, [...]
When I drove up this morning, the sun was just starting to peek over the hill, and the green of the grass was vivid and pure. I stopped to take this shot of the view... isn't it inviting? Come in, it says, Come in and see all this space. But I kept driving, in a [...]
I grew up on a small farm, where making most everything from "scratch" was the norm. My mom and Grandma were known for their good home cooked food and fresh baking. Every Saturday was Bread making day. There was almost always cinnamon buns at the end of every bowl. Mom would cut the little ends [...]
In some ways a farm is like a collage...
So, as you can see, or can you??? sometimes one has to look for awhile or even investigate before you get the Whole story. Look closely. Well, it's just a cliché - you know, maybe we are not looking for smoke....keep looking until you see it! -Allan
Close your eyes for a second, wherever you might be, and come with me. Let's go traveling up a winding, narrow road, through the trees, and alongside the slow, curling river, to a quiet little valley. It's here you'll find our farm. Imagine yourself standing here, in our fields, on freshly turned soil, both soft [...]
